Just as the old man finished speaking, the sales lady beside him was taken aback.
She silently started calculating in her head:
"Something's not right here, is it? Thirty apartments, never mind whether they're rehoused properties or not, even if they were sold at market price, each would only be a million! And that's for large ones. One million each, thirty of them only make thirty million!"
With that calculation, where on earth did this old geezer get another ninety million from?
Without waiting for Xiao Liu to refute, the saleswoman surnamed Wang already spoke up:
"Brother Zhu, apart from these properties, do you have any other savings?"
The old man, who had been spitting out words rapidly, stopped looking down on Xiao Liu once he saw it was the saleslady interrupting him, then put on a smiling face and said to her:
"Of course! Besides these thirty apartments, I have quite a bit of savings!"
Hearing this, the saleswoman finally let out a long sigh of relief inside.
